Page 48 of Stronghold

Sky opens for me, and I take everything I can. I taste him, lick him, bite him, and then gasp when he wraps his hand around both of our cocks. With his other arm, he brings me closer to him.

"Fuck, I never knew it could be this good," he says.

I laugh, but it's choked because his big, strong hand is doing things to me. This would only be better if his cock was inside me, but feeling his steel-hard flesh against me is a close second.

“You don’t come across like a virgin damsel, so I'm going to take that as a compliment," I joke.

Sweat runs down my back as I thrust into Sky's hand.

"Do it, Jud. Take your pleasure, take everything."

"Sky…" I groan, finally letting go as my orgasm takes over and I have no choice but to ride it.

Sky's orgasm follows mine, and even though he's not inside me and I'm not inside him, I still feel every vibration coming from his big, strong body.

The way his body shakes against mine. The way he holds me tight in his grip. Fuck, it's doing things to my heart that could prove to be fatal.

I have my face buried in the crook of his neck. We're both breathing heavily, and he still hasn't let go of our cocks. If he doesn't, there's a good chance I'll be ready to go again soon.That'show much his touch affects me.

Fuck. How will I ever go back to normal?

My hand will never be good enough. Someone else's mouth will never be good enough.

"Jud…"

Sky leans back, and his eyes are full of emotion.

I don't want to think about this. It was good when we were feeling. Just feeling.

I kiss him, and he languidly melts into my kiss. My cock has gone soft, and it feels weird having it out, but I much prefer focusing on Sky's amazing mouth.

We finally part again. His hand, the one that isn't covered in cum, comes around to cradle my face.

His thumb caresses my cheek. I can already feel the tingle in my skin from his short scruff.

"God, I've been waiting for this moment for ten fucking years, Jud."

18

Skyler

"What?" Jud asks, pulling back so quickly that he almost falls off the fallen log.

What is he doing?

I stand up and tuck myself back in, using my T-shirt to clean my hands, taking it off when I'm done. Thank goodness I decided to put it on under my sweater this morning, or I'd need to find some tree leaf or something.

"What's the matter?" I ask. Jud is looking at me like I've offended him. I try to get closer, but he steps away.

"Jud."

"No, don't touch me." His voice is loud enough for some birds to take flight from nearby trees. He seems startled but manages to catch himself and starts walking back to the bike.

"What did I do?" I call after him.

"Can we go back?" he asks. "This was nice, but—"

"Nice? This…was nice?" I interrupt.